My name is Chiara and this is the first time I blog – anywhere. I like to write when I write, but somehow I don’t. Well, I do when I have to, but I don’ often write for the pure pleasure of writing – time? I’d rather read than write? That is why I am here, blogging.
I teach 5th grade. I love to teach. I walk, I read, I go to Italy. My daughter (my only child) is a sophomore in college, two and a half hours away. I am married and have a dog, Jack.
Today I wake up with the thought of snow. Again, plans need to be changed. It is the first day of March and my window shows a white landscape, with only the bare branches of the trees adding some color to the pervasive whiteness. I am lying under the comforter and on soft warm pillows, but somehow I don’t feel comforted, I feel annoyed. I see the smoke coming out of the stack of the wood furnace outside, I can almost smell it with all the windows sealed shut to keep the frigid air out. Today I had planned to pick up Giulia from school so we could go together to Aunt Eda’s 90th birthday party. But here comes Gavin to mess up our plans. I reluctantly get up and smile at Jack spread out on the couch faintly wagging his tail as I walk toward him. Jack’s soft fur and warmth instantly make me feel better – who needs blood pressure pills when you have a dog?